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miss pie Sep 2015
yes, yes
i understand

no, no
i didn't know that

phrases
i've used

to fill up
spaces

long emptied
of time
it's a new day, a new way... a whole new beginning.. worn out rags discarded...
Phoolmatee Dubay Aug 2015
Lost in myself
Lost in my past but not in my present
Because yesterday seemed to hold more for me
Whereas today I have what's left off yesterday
Why?
Past moments gave me more
That led me to this point
If I knew differently
I would say differently
As I remember I remind myself of that
Then today will bring what I'll hold on to tomorrow
ZT Jul 2015
Yesterday’s best memories
Today’s greatest pain

How can my greatest source of happiness
Turn into the worst source of sorrow

It all changed when you’ve left

The things I once treasured the most
Turned into the things I want to forget

The memory of you still remain in my mind
Your scent still lingers I the room
And it brings forth images in my mind that I long to forget
And I cry
I hurt
My heart aches
Knowing that these memories will just remain as memories

No longer will I be able to hold your hand
No longer will I be able to kiss your lips
No longer will I be able to feel the warmth of your embrace
Because you’re gone
You’ve left

And these memories of you
Will just be a painful reminder
Of those happy days with you
That I can never have again.
change..change..change.. people change, and memories will just be memories
I died on the night I was born
-- and I only just knew yesterday, while staring at the ghost
--grinning from the mirror.
my cup overflows Jun 2015
i left my mothers arm
and i left my fathers home ....
and i fell into the well
of sorrow ...

I'd give you my heart but
its made of stone
oh I'd give you my
but my heart is made of
stone
say it !!! .... having a rough day ?... spill the beans ....
PrttyBrd Jul 2015
The air smelled sweet of promises
The quill wet and ready
The seat sat empty
The page lay bare
Sweet promises turn decayed expectations
Rotting delusions
Spill through quill
From self-inflicted gaping wounds
The worms seem happy
Dancing in the meat of yesterday's dreams
7215
expectation is the birthplace of disappointment
Shivendra Om Jun 2015
My resurrected love
—you came back from
an instant yesterday

Bring me now
the long tomorrow of
my personal double Heaven
by Luca Shivendra Om
© Luca Shivendra Om
Maxi Jun 2015
I love you like a shooting star.
I love you like I love a day where everything goes right.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved.
It’s a secret, between the shadow and the soul
As if you were your own galaxy in itself
The moon lives in the lining of your skin
I love your lips.
Our awkward stares
I love your passion
Even though you probably fail to see it
I know it’s there because…
Just like shooting stars, not everyone gets to see one in a lifetime
But that makes them no less real, or any less magnificent.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or why, or where
Where do these feelings come from?
I love you without insecurities or pride
I love you like I love the thrill of pure infatuation
I love you like R-J loved Kim K for 42 minutes and 12 seconds
I love you like XO
I love you from the grip of my soul
I love you like a shooting star
But I don’t love you like I loved you yesterday
Olga Valerevna Jun 2015
what is fairness in the eyes of those who never see
a life outside of here and there where everything just bleeds
it's in the roots and fills the veins with water lacking air
and breaths are shortened all the more until there's nothing there

if what we had was only this imagine what you'd do
so realize it's been this way for many people who
have told themselves the world exists to burn up what they have
the end is often yesterday tomorrow musn't last
for the people who truly live one day at a time because tomorrow may be worse, it may not come at all
Curing Jun 2015
It never felt quite right...
Yet never really wrong
Pretending you're alright,
When you know you don't belong

All at once the Demon
Masquerading as a God
Perfectly imperfect
Magnificently flawed

The quiet desperation
Sweet silent isolation
Now all that I can feel...my own violent soul's vibration
That sordid celebration
That terrible temptation
The shattering of tender hearts...My downfall's orchestration

The final walk through paradise
The waterfall of tears
The bastion of loneliness
The sum of all our fears

The tiger crouched behind you
The bomb that's ticking down
The iron ball inside your throat
You choke on as you drown

The dusty corpse of yesterday
Crumbling to a pile
I think I'll sit here all alone
Just breathing for a while
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